Olivia: (handing over a piece of paper with scribbles) It's for you, Mommy

Me: Umm, thanks. What is it?

O: A fa-wer (flower). It's for you, Mommy.

Me: It is? Thanks! How about adding some red color?

O: Okay mommy! Coming right up mommy!

Last night, after returning from my father in-law's birthday dinner, I was in a rush to get the girls washed up (sans bath, which was done earlier) and in bed. I repeated myself over and over to hurry up and of course, Sophia the snail lagged behind. I got frustrated and screamed even louder and must've said something mean and she said to me, "But mommy, I made you a Mother's Day gift!"

Grumble grumble, FINE!